League of Stickaman

Gordan zai Etherlauf

“There is an organisation trains orphans from around the world to become the ultimate ninja. The training was both brutal and hard especially for him.”

Ushya region known for Etherlauf. Birth place to techniques with blade. Strength and speed, with high accuracy was the least you could expect blade of master around here. Etherlauf power that was discovered in depths of a master’s devotion to his blade, it was told that the one who is to willed such power is going to rule all. Today that is just a myth, only at monastery of Xiang-La some just to speak of this as possibility, others have not.

Gordan, orphan, found by young couple after bloody battle for Nobuhira Empire. Family never told him he was adopted, the day Gordan found out, is the day he went to Xiang-La monastery.
Being in monastery for short time, he could see it is not place for him. He left to pursuit new ways that can change his life. Skills that he learned were not enough to make him trustworthy of any title, so he became ninja.


If you enjoy ninja champion capable of dealing tremendous damage, this champion can take opponents very fast. Ninja player? You should consider playing Gordan.

Champion Skills:

Windfly skill will pushforward Gordan summoning a wind behind him, this can be powerful when performing combo with other skills.

Shuriken Strike, known as SS is best poke skill of Gordan. Firing SS before going in mass of monsters is best way to engage.

SmokeBam, Gordan can take entire army in ambush, without even showing himself. Mythical and magical ancient ninja technique, he will surround his enemies and blind them with attacks.

Eight lives, Gordhan summons ninja spirits that follow him in towards, airborne kicking them all in the air. After spell take place dealing demage to all, making them bleed to death.

Reaper zai Gideon

Deep in the swamplands of Gideon there was a crumbling castle. The place had been abandoned for as long as anyone could remember, but no one ever dared go near. It was said around campfires and by children hiding under their blankets that vengeful spirits lived there.

They were the people that had been conquered by the first kings of Asteaweth and banished to the edge of the Shadowlands. That was one story anyway. The other was that inside the old castle lived the ghosts of the family that had ruled the lands now known as the Shadowlands. The truth was a combination.

On certain nights a green-blue glow would appear behind the cracked and dirty windows. It would flash and swing, dancing from one level of the castle to the next. If anyone had dared go closer, they would see that it was the last surviving Prince of the Weth practicing with his scythe. Then again, if they came close, Reaper would make sure that they would not survive to tell the tale.

Raised on the stories about how the people of Asteaweth had stolen the lushness of Weth, turning it into the Shadowlands he vowed to never go near them. It was a vow he never expected to break, but when he saw the demons emerging from Astaria and racing past his tower every day to infect the Shadowlands and cast the world into forward chaos he decided to act.

Picking up his scythe, Judgement he called it, he exited the castle that he’d spent his entire life. He donned a grinning mask that showed only the glow of his power he became a force that the demons learned to fear. With his whirling scythes he could cut through smaller demons with ease. With one glance at his mask with a permanent grin many would attempt to flee.

No matter how far the demons ran, however, they could not get away from Reaper who had come to pass Judgement over them.

FlashStrike is powerful Z hit that will break any shield and damage target.

Spinper Reaper gather strength, creating tornado effect that eliminate all in range of Reaper.

Calling spell is channeling and it’s capable of dealing tremendous burning damage in front of Reaper, no one shall be hidden from this power.



Once a prosperous merchant, the war had hit Zero hard. Between the robber barons of Astaria taking his goods, the pirates of the Shadowlands spilling over their borders, and the demons seeming to infect every part of the word it was simply bad for business. Despite that, he was an intelligent sort, his brilliance glowing right through his eyes.

Growing up, his father had apprenticed him to one of the worst of the worst in Astaria. The brutal man had taught him all of the tools of the trade to intimidate his competition. Long-limbed and tall, Zero was someone that sent all of the rivals skittering away with one look. With one sweep of his arms he could knock them aside. As he grew older he learned a few spiritual tricks of his own. His size was now only one weapon he could wield against his enemies.

When the darkness came they were in for a surprise.

He looked for ways to fight the demons that were changing everything about his world. They were, after all, as bad for business as a rival. He would often go out into the forest surrounding Thyx, going all the way to the wasteland in the east and coming back to show his prowess. He began ranging north. He’d heard that there was gold and other valuables in the recently conquered Kingdom of Asteaweth. With those on his side he would be able to recover any losses the demons could create.

As he moved through the various, he began to notice things he had never seen before. The beauty of a flower untouched by shadow. The warm gold of a cornstalk that had not yet withered. Asteaweth was a beautiful country once, he was certain. At the rate things were going it would become the next Shadowlands.

Determined not to let that happen, Zero continued to lumber his way north, seeking away to end the darkness and send it all back to where it belonged.

ropelero will send underground signal with damage that will burst when get to monster, this is best way to engage your target even if you are far away.

Dismentrel Zero jumps in monsters with no fear, with Dismentrel the place the land will get burned no survivors could be found.

Eightest is jump with lighting. If there are just few or thousand and few monsters tightest would nail them the same way.

Rockpunc is atomic mixture of power and skills, Zero will speed himself to unstoppable speed. Surrounded with purple spirits he will beat anyone who approaches him.


The wastelands east of Astaria were a challenging place to grow up. Vulcan did not know he was unusual, only that there were very few children running about the underground city of Tryax. The place was mostly empty, most of the city falling into ruin. Vulcan loved to explore the honeycombs of the old temples, wondering at the people who had lived in the dusty place before.

Playing in the temple one day he stepped on a thin piece of floor, tumbling down into a room below. At first he was blinded, surprised by how much light there was after being accustomed to the semi-darkness his entire life. When he was once again able to see he approached what had dazzled him. Sitting on a pedestal at the heart of the room was a glowing stone.

With wonder he reached out, wanting to touch the yellow stone, curious if it was hot. As his fingers touched it the glow turned into a searing heat. Vulcan tried to pull his hand away, but the fire coursed through his veins and seemed to settle around his heart. Opening his eyes he was left alone, light pulsing from his hands. With a flick of his wrist flames shot out of his palm, blasting a hole in the wall of the old temple. For days he moved through the maze he’d fallen into, trying to find the edge so he could get home. The fire coursing through his body kept him from feeling cold or hunger. He only felt the need to let the fire burn.

Amazed he went back to his home, showing his elderly grandfather his newfound power. The old man’s eyes widened. He got up from his chair and went to a bookshelf pulling out a heavy leather bound book. He flipped to a page and showed Vulcan an image. At the center of the page stood a young man with fire in his hands holding back a darkness.

It was time for him to leave Tryax and go out into the world. Astaria and Asteaweth had started a war and it had invited the shadows back. Gathering his supplies and promising to return, Vulcan left Tryax to go out into the world to banish the shadows with his flames.

Breth of Fire, would make Vulcan head so hot that he is going to burn anyone who is near him.

Wandrek is powerful move towards enemies with fire inside that burns everybody who stands in front of Vulcan.

Grobush strike, Vulcan over jump monsters picking up flame as he rises, then smash the ground with flame knocking all up in fire.

Vulcanisation, eruption of Volcano with massive flame all around the world, dealing death to all. No life.


In the innermost courtyard of the castle of Asteaweth there was a sacred forest. At the heart was a great tree that grew blue leaves. It was widely whispered in Asteaweth that the tree was one of the reasons it was so lush and green. The tree was a mystery and a jewel, tended by gardeners that were said to be only half-human. The fox people were sworn to silence while in the presence of the tree. They could never speak its secrets.


An adept, Fox was tasked with climbing the tree every morning to pull down the dead twigs from the upper branches. She was swift on her feet and would flit up and down the tree with ease, using the blade she hooked to one wrist to slash down the dead and dying so that they would not make the tree ill. Every night she would curl up on one side of the tree, fluffing her tails beneath her, not needing anything else for a pillow.


One night, the sky was darker than usual. She had heard that the king had refused the king of a neighbouring kingdom his daughter’s hand. Fox rarely paid attention to what went on outside the garden, but the people of the castle had been whispering about it. The sound had reminded her of bees. She was grateful when it became quiet again.


A rustle in the leaves above her alerted her to something amiss. The leaves never rustled due to breeze, someone was up in the branches above her head. Leaping up, holding her knife in front of her she looked for the intruder. Sitting on a long thick branch was a shadow. She thought at first it was another of her people, but no. The creature was a deep blackness, swallowing the few stars that shone in the sky. It turned and looked at her and attacked.


She slashed, wounding the demon, but not before it had taken a twig of the sacred tree complete with three blue leaves. Fox swore from that day onward, she would not be helpless when the demons came for her homeland again. She would fight them all if that was what the heart of Asteaweth needed.

Torpedorus is spell that goes out and hurt all on it's way, once used cannot be recalled, it will comeback to Fox dealing damage to all once again if they have survived first.

Sejsan will increase ability of Fox to another level making her wings shiny and dealing countless damage slashing over monsters.

LoveTrass Fox will flyover group of monsters and release love on them, when in love she will hit the ground and air kick everyone making damage every moment of this spell.

Rasyraid Fox calls for angels within herself, with so much love in such dark place she becomes unbearable and summon so much power that every monster simply die.

Captain of Shadowlands

The Shadowlands were not an easy place to be banished. When Captain was a young man he’d been caught stealing in the kingdom of Astaria. He’d been born to a high-ranking family, one of the many crooked merchants that made sure the city thrived no matter who they had to swindle. He’d been caught with his hands on the jewels of a rival family.

Dragged before the insane King, he was certain he was going to lose his head. However, on that day the King decided to be lenient, banishing him beyond the forests of Thyx and into the heart of the Shadowlands. His father was ashamed that his son had gotten caught at what should have been second nature to him, however, he did not want his son to perish at the hands of the two bands of cutthroats that warred over the Shadowlands.

Captain’s father wanted him to become the third.

Equipped with his own airship, Captain soon made his mark on the Shadowlands. He was not necessarily able to tame his rivals, but he kept them guessing. One day, the other two leaders called a meeting of the robber bands. Captain sensed a trap, but he also felt there was an opportunity. By the end of the battle that ensued he’d lost a hand, but gained more territory by slaying one of the other leaders. Affixing a hook to the stump, he ruled his portion of the Shadowlands with the strength of his pistol shot.

Captain would not have called what descended on the Shadowlands a “peace”, but a kind of order descended to the lawlessness. Those that differed had to face the consequences. One night while Captain was standing at the bow of his airship, searching the ruined Shadowlands for unwary travelers he saw a shadow.

Before he could determine what it was, the demon reared up and smashed his airship right out of the sky and disappeared. On a quest for vengeance, Captain prowls the Kingdoms, wondering what had come to the lands while he was pirating the edge of the world.


Cookburst will damage all monsters standing in front of Captain, he would lift himself with power and use his cook to fire.

Gunblast shot with low to moderate damage that knocks monsters up blasting them with stunning effect.

Multishot ability that hits every enemy in front with single bullet.

Shipcrash attack will decimate everything foolish enough to stand in front, summoning pirate ship from bottom of ocean, this spell is considered to be deadliest.



Monk from the Arko Temple

For most of his life, Monk only knew of the temples of Arko, nestled deep in the jungle. The other monks were like older brothers, making sure he was safe and teaching him all that they knew. There were no parents in Arko, everyone was equal, no matter how young or old.


At a young age, Monk learned he had a talent for magic. Not all of the monks had this ability so he soon found himself in a smaller and smaller group of mentors. He studied hard from sunup to sundown, learning a variety of skills. Many of these he saw no apparent use. What need did he have of being able to blast a tree from its place or clear a path through stationary objects? The older monks told him they had to prepare. Prepare for what no one seemed to know.

As he aged, he learned that he was the most powerful of them all. Any skill he mastered. Every ability he could boost further through his own abilities. He tried to mentor as best as he could, but his brothers became more distant. He was so far beyond them, he had gained an inequality that they could not accept.

Hurt by this betrayal of those he thought were his family, he decided to leave the temple one fateful night. The stars blinked overhead as he shouldered his satchel and left the hidden temple and made his way out into the world. It was there that he discovered there were shadows in the world. A group of demons attacked him on the road. Suddenly, his powers made sense. He was meant to cleanse the world of this darkness.

From that day forward, Monk swore that he would join and assist anyone who was fighting the demons that infested the land. He would do this until the creatures were defeated or he was killed in the attempt. He would find a new brotherhood amongst the company of warriors with skills to fight the demons.
The magic of Arko would be brought into the greater world.

Droop engaging energy shook coming from vortex, dealing splashing damage to a small range in front of Monk after jump.

Chaboo energy inside the Monk, is released strait to group of monsters, bashing around and damaging them all.

Vertros when surrounded with monsters, Monk take his lamppost and start vortex above his head, with high damage to all that get in his range.

Groundrax when there is no way out of battle, when all hope is down, The Monk use ultimate skill, to secure survival he will smash ground dealing deadly damage.